Once Captain One Mitten and his crew were in the pokey, the gang went home to reunite Mr. Sloth with his daughter, Abigail.

When they got home Ted, Blizzard, and Abigail were so happy everyone made it home safely. Abigail ran in to her father’s arms, giving him the biggest hug ever. Then she went over to Ducky and Pembleton who were standing near by, hugged them, and told them, “Thank you.”

Mrs. Cottontail invited everyone to stay for lunch. She was making vegetarian shepherd’s pie, one of Ducky’s favorites. During lunch, the phone rang. Mrs. Cottontail answered, “Hello…yes, he is here. One moment.” She turned to Pembleton and handed him the phone. After, a few yes ma’ams and a “We’d be delighted”. Pembleton hung up the phone.

“That was Queen Pugglesworth. She wishes to present us with the medal of bravery and heroics for our job well done. We are invited to the palace this evening and all of our friends are invited too.” Pembleton announced with excitement.

Once Ducky and the gang were discovered as intruders, the jig was up. The cat pirates rounded them up and snatched Ducky’s mustache off.

“Who do we have here?” said Captain One Mitten. “Well if it isn’t my arch nemesis Ducky and Pembleton. Because of you, Egor has turned soft. He now volunteers at a nursing home and is doing community theater. It disgusts me how he is such a stinkin’ do good-er.”

“WHAT?!?! Never mind you. Keep your mouth shut, while I come up with an evil plan to deal with you and this time you won’t get away.”

Just as he spoke his last word, there were high pitched sirens from outside on the docks.

“This is Scotland Yard. You are surrounded. Come out with your paws up and don’t try any funny business.” Chief Bear-Brown yelled through the megaphone.

“NO!!!!! How do you always foil my plans?” Captain One Mitten yelled, as one of his crew members confirmed they were surrounded by the Scotland Yard K-9 Unit.

“You see my dear fellow, Inspector Conrad, or you may know him as Mousetrap, contacted his colleagues at Scotland Yard and requested back up before we entered your hide out. You never stood a chance, especially once Ducky, or should I say Cheeseball, started the piratey celebration.” Pembleton replied. “Now let’s get Mr. Sloth back to Abigale and the crown jewels back to the museum.”

Realizing they had been defeated. The cat pirates and Captain One Mitten were marched out of the cannery, by Conrad and were off to the pokey.

“Umm…nice names. Come on in, were are preparing to load up the ship”, he said while leading them through the cannery.

“Quick we need a distraction,” Pembleton whispered.

“No, problem.” Ducky answered with a wink.

When they reached the other cats, Pembleton and Ducky saw it was in fact the sinister Captain One Mitten leading this dastardly endeavor. The cat pirates had almost finished loading up the boxes and would soon be shipping out to sea. Ducky hollered at the top of his lungs, “Such a treasure calls for a great piraty celebration!” and he began to sing “ninety-nine bottles of milk on the wall.” All the cats joined in, including Captain One Mitten.

While the other cats were distracted, Pembleton snuck over to the corner and found Abigail’s father tied up next to the robot. The robot was sad because Captain One Mitten had not only taken the crown he had stolen, but also the gold metal he had won during Robofest. Even worse, Abigail’s father was disappointed in him for participating in Captain One Mitten’s evil plan.

Pembleton untied Abigail’s dad and they snuck towards the front door. Pembleton tried to get Ducky’s and Conrad’s attention, but they were too carried away singing and merry making. As Pembleton tried to get their attention, one of the pirates accidently stepped on Ducky’s tail, which then detached. First the pirate was horrified that he had so easily hurt Cheeseball. But then realized as Ducky continued to sing, that Cheeseball and his friends were in fact intruders and began to shout, “Intruders!”

When Ducky, Pembleton, and Conrad finally caught up with the robot, Ducky was surprised to find they were back at the docks. They watched as the robot knocked on the door of the tuna fish cannery. The door opened and the robot slipped inside.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go in and arrest the perpetrators!”, Ducky exclaimed.

“Wait!”, Conrad advised. “There are too many cats in that factory. We need to wait here and call for backup.”

“There’s no time”, Pembleton said. “Once the cat pirates get the crown they will immediately load it onto a ship and smuggle it out of the country along with Abigail’s father. Luckily, I have a plan to get inside, rescue Abigail’s father, get the jewels, and get out before the cats suspect anything.”

They quickly put on the costumes and headed to the cat’s hideout. Nervously Ducky knocked on the door. “Who goes there?” a cat pirate asked through a peep hole.

“Umm… we’re the new crew.” Ducky nervously spit out.

“New crew?” The cat pirate scratched his head. “Uhh… okay. Umm… So what is the password?”

Pembleton nervously scratched his head trying to think, then let out a “Meow” to stall for time.

“Purr-fect. Come on in, the party is just getting started,” the door keeper said. Then he asked Conrad, “Hey, you’re looking pretty green there buddy. Did you eat some bad tuna?” Conrad nervously shook his head as they entered the pirate’s den.

Ducky, Pembleton, and Conrad dashed out of the museum and in to the dark London streets.

“Where did he go?” Ducky asked.

“That’s the easy part. Do you see the dark puddles on the road? The robot is leaving us a trail of oil we can follow. Let’s go.” Pembleton exclaimed.

“Wait. I know a faster way,” said Conrad as he hailed a taxi. “Stop in the name of the law. I hereby commandeer this taxi by the authority of her majesty, the Queen.” The taxi driver was a little confused, but quickly got out of the car as Ducky, Pembleton, and Conrad climbed in.

“Where do you think he is going?” Ducky asked.

“I think I might know, but let’s not take our chances. Follow that trail!” Pembleton shouted.

Pembleton ran into the crown jewel exhibit just in time to see the robotic thief smash the bulletproof glass on the case containing the royal crown. Without hesitating Pembleton dove across the room and grabbed onto one of the robot’s legs to slow him down, but the robot was so strong that he just kept walking. When Ducky and Conrad made it into the room, Ducky grabbed Pembleton’s feet, and Conrad held on to one of Ducky’s feet. With all of their combined strength, they only managed to slow the robot. He just kept moving towards the window that he broke in through.

Pembleton frantically pulled out some wires in the robots leg but it only made the robot move faster! Eventually they had to let the robot go. It jumped out the window and ran into the darkness of the night.

Pembleton, Ducky and Conrad took a taxi to the museum. When they reached the London Animal Museum, Ducky was amazed by how large it was. The building took up two city blocks and was made of marble.

They climbed the marble staircase to the main entrance. There they were met by two mole security guards wielding squirt guns.

“Freeze or you’ll get a mouth full of cold stinky swamp water,” one mole said with a Scottish accent.

“No! Don’t shoot, I’m Conrad, Investigator with Scotland Yard!”

Conrad hurriedly explained the situation and the other mole radioed in for the central security chief to let them in the museum. They entered the huge lobby and were greeted by a several museum exhibits.

“Whoa! Check out this wooly mammoth skeleton. I wish Ted was here to see this. It’s AWESOME!” Ducky exclaimed.

“Ducky, we can’t get distracted now! Abigail is counting on us. We need to find the crown jewel exhibit. Once there we need to figure out how to stop the cat pirates and rescue Abigail’s dad!” Pembleton said as they rushed up the steps to search the rest of the museum.

“No, Ducky. The Cat Pirates.” DUN-DUN-DUN, Pembleton replied. “They have taken Mr. Sloth, but I am not sure why, yet. We need to search the ship.”

They went to investigate the pirate ship. They looked through every nook and cranny. Then Pembleton found a box. He used a crowbar to open it. Ducky tried to help and almost fell overboard. In the box, they found a bottle of ant-acids, some cans of tuna fish, some disguises, along with a couple of maps of London.

“Does this ship, belong to who I think it belongs to?”- Ducky

While Pembleton examined the markings and notes on the maps, Conrad discovered a brochure. The brochure had information about an exhibit of the crown jewels at the London Animal Museum.

“Doesn’t that exhibit open tomorrow?” Ducky asked. “They always have the best snacks at their opening celebration.”

“That means they are going to try and steal the crown jewels, before the opening tomorrow.” Pembleton concluded. “We have to go to the museum right away!”

On their way to the docks, Conrad asked Pembleton, “Why on Earth are we going to the docks? What possibly could those measly clues have told you?”

Pembleton began to explained as they walked the foggy, brisk London streets towards the docks. “The first clue, was that Abigail could not stop sneezing. Now, why would that be? I asked myself. It is not allergy season, and she is a healthy child with no sign of illness. Then I remembered last year when she got a kitten for her birthday, and she could not stop sneezing. She is allergic to cats. This leads to our second clue.”

Aaaachooo!!!

“At Mr. Sloth’s laboratory, we found a hairball. This confirmed it was a cat, but it also provided some more insight. There is one cat in particular who has crossed my path before, who has such a problem. I’ll explain more about that later.”

Gross! A hairball.

“Finally that leaves our last clue. The tuna fish sandwich. This again confirms we are dealing with cats, but it also tells us their location. I know of this stinky, horrendous brand of tuna fish. It is canned right here in London at the docks. You can smell it from a kilometer a way. Once there, I’m sure my final prognosis will be confirmed,” said Pembleton.

Before going to the laboratory, Ducky and Pembleton stopped by their next door neighbor Mrs. Cottontail’s house to drop off Abigail and the little guys. At first Ted and Blizzard didn’t want to stay. They wanted to help search for clues, but once they caught a whiff of the freshly baked cookies Mrs. Cottontail had made, they forgot all about the case. Pembleton practically had to drag Ducky away from the cookies so that they could get on with their investigation.

At the end of their street was Dr. Sloth’s laboratory. Ducky and Pembleton didn’t see anything unusual outside of the old stone building or as they climbed to the fourth floor. Once at the laboratory, it was obvious there had been a struggle. Pembleton said to Ducky, “Don’t touch anything and be as quiet as possible while I’m assessing the crime scene!”

The laboratory was silent. Pembleton was scanning the room for clues, and Ducky was reminiscing about Mrs. Cottontail’s cookies. Then a loud voice startled them. “Stay where you are! This is Scotland Yard!”

Ducky and Pembleton both jumped.

“Who are you?” asked the inspector.

“I’m Pembleton and this my esteemed colleague Dr. Ducky. We are investigating who took Abigail’s father.”

“I’ve heard of your adventures. I’m Conrad, Alligator Investigator, at her majesty’s service. I’m responding to a report of suspicious activity in the area. You can continue your investigation, as long as you tell me everything that you find and keep me informed of your activities. What have you found so far?”

Pembleton stepped forward and explained, “I’m working on a theory. Based on the hairball at your feet, the half eaten tuna fish sandwich in the corner, and the fact that Abigail could not quit sneezing, can only mean one thing. We must go to the docks immediately! Tally ho!”

Dr. Ducky and the little guys sat in Pembleton’s study listening to him play his violin. Due to the beautiful music Pembleton was playing, no one heard the knocks on the door.

Out of no where, a little sloth named Abigail, appeared in the study crying.

“What’s wrong Abigail?” Ducky asked, but there were only mumbles and sniffles. Ted and Blizzard got her a tissue and gave her a hug. Once she calmed down, she told them the horrible news.

“Someone took my papa. When my papa didn’t pick me up from school, I went to his workshop and he was gone! The workshop was wrecked! And I… and I…I don’t know to do!” she wailed.

“Don’t worry Abigail. I am on the case!” shouted Pembleton. “Now I need you to retell me what happen, with as much detail as possible.” She retold him everything, even describing her father’s workshop. He was working on a new robot and it was missing too. She also remembered that the place smelled a little fishy, and she couldn’t stop sneezing.

Pembleton put his wing to his chin and puzzled for a moment. Then he said “Aha! I have an idea about who took your father, but first I need more information. Take me to his workshop.”

“How can you get anything out of those details, Pembleton?!?” Ducky asked.